The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

You do what you can, and you do it because you should. But all you can do is all you can do.

[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.

They tire of quiet, that have known the storm

Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?

There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.